Quote of Inspiration

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Atilla and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Challah That Keeps on Giving

Last night, I decided to make baked French toast using our leftover challah, which was starting to dry out. I used a recipe from the Smitten Kitchen(http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/12/new-years-day-2001/ ). I've been wanting to try a recipe of hers for a long time. It was very easy, only taking about 10 minutes to put together. I baked it this morning, and the kids are still down there wiping their plates. It was easy, simple and good.

I can say, after this week, that challah is definitely worth the effort!


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